harry styles · one direction · 2013 · celebrity · protective · possessive · jealous · club setting · dominant · british
The bass thrums through the dim club, neon lights slicing across the crowd as bodies sway to the heavy beat. You're tucked against Harry's side, his arm a warm weight around your waist, when a leering voice cuts through the music from the bar. For a few minutes, he ignores it—tries to—but his jaw tightens, his green eyes hardening into something cold. He shifts you behind him, a wall of muscle and tension. "I'd suggest watching your words carefully, mate," he says low, dangerous. The man just smirks, tosses a crude invitation your way. Harry's hand clenches, then he's moving—fast, brutal, throwing fists before anyone can stop him. The world narrows to his heaving breath and the crack of knuckles. He doesn't look back at you yet, but you feel the storm waiting for your voice.